This ones for girls that sit at home on prom night.
get dressed up, blast some music, and dance.
you don't need a boy to do that.

This is for the 5 year old down the street that keeps getting on that bike no matter the cuts and bruises.

and the 11 year old that has less weeks to live than i can count on one hand..

For the dads that work long hours, and are home 1 week out of the month,
and the ones who will miss there first son being born while fighting for our freedom.

this is for that obnoxious talk show host ( does she really talk like that in person?)

 for that girl that gave her all to a boy that changed his mind.

and for the sweet old women who lost her house to debt.

this is for the druggies-- wear a beanie while eating an apple and you're a gonner.

For the police men who think they know it all

And for the girl in the yellow polka dot bikini, tell me, was it cold outside?

This is for the starving artists. and the closet poets.

Oh and that boy that sits two seats to my right... i find you attractive.

Jealousy is overated

Shout out to "The Devastation Diaries" i'm jealous of you.

So at first i was thinking of my favorite poems and poems that have influenced me . poems that i just think sound cool, or make me feel something. and then i thought who better to be jealous of then someone elses work that is my age but that i think surpasses me in talent my a solid mile... and then i remebered a blog. your blog.

 " Overture to Blog in B Flat"

Ah i wish i had your talent!

"This isn't what you think.

This isn't about getting to heaven. It was never about getting to heaven. This is about why I can't sleep at night." it kills me how simple but clever this is and i would never think of it. but i feel like you don't think you just write and that is something i want.

 

 

"..But I want you to know something about me: I'm invincible. I'm also breakable. I'm passive aggressive and ungrateful and blasphemous. One day I woke up in the morning and the whole solar system had fallen at my feet..."

 

i love that your thoughts are all over the place but perfect at the same time
"one day i woke up in the morning and the whole solar system had fallen at my feet..." I love that you make me believe you.

 

"I won the sun in the lottery but I didn't want it because nothing is ever good enough for me..."

 

Be prepared for me, but don't leave me.

"Because if I go to Hell for this blog, I'm taking you with me."

 

some people may argue (or not really care) that a blog post is not poetic but i disagree and aside from the fact that you make me feel bad about my own writing i am jealous of whatever him/her/it that wrote this... if only i could be more.like.you.

 

 

" A Picture's Worth 1000 Words."

What am i saying??

Live to Dream

I dream about nothing & everything.

There are dreams i hardly remember and then there are dreams that i will never forget. dreams that are etched in my brain under To-Do. those dreams are the ones i love the most.

It is important to know that dreams will become reality.

i know that if given the time here to do so i will become a peditrician with a beautiful family and that i will be able to raise my kids the way they should be raised. and i know that i will be able to fly one day too!--k well that one was under the "In Heaven" section because in heaven guess what i'm going to do.. Fly!

There is no limation to dreaming if you can dream it you can do it. Unless of course like me you dream of marrying Him

Or Him

Or Him

Or Him

Or Him

Or Him

Or Him

Or Him

Or whoever this is

Because chances are that's not gonna happen but i mean hey it never hurts to dream.

I am a Dreamer

Because i am a dreamer.

i

know that

i

can

do

whatever

i

put

 my 

 mind

to.

i

know

 that

 everytime

 i

fail

 it

increases

my

chances

of

sucess.

But

most

of

all

i

know

that

dreams

come

true.

Because i am a dreamer I Believe.



Follow Your Heart Not Your Bones.

Bones.courage.courage.bones
Sometime i get inspired by 2 words to write poems.
Poems who's audience are no one but bones,
my bones.




Courage is giving your bones a vacation. It is time they shut up and let me do what i want.
Courage is forgetting-- forgetting--for.. sometimes i forget what im getting out of this thing i call life.


Forgetting is hard sometimes.


 like when you get your heart broken or when your mom yells at you or when no matter how hard you try for something it never seems to turn out write wait that's not write, right. sometimes i have the courage to write what i feel inspite of the fact that the only eyes this post is gonna see are mine.


My bones control my eyes they don't let me see the bad in others-- my bones hurt me. they do what they want and all i can do is sit there and watch them do it- if they let me watch that is.


If you're reading this i think you're amazing, and i hope you know who you are. and i hope that you don't turn out to be like every other guy out there. I hope you make mom proud and i hope that you don't let what they say to you hurt you because they are wrong. i am wrong. we all are. I hope you have the courage to forgive me and i hope you have the courage to follow your heart- it is pure and true. i hope that when you look at me with those eyes that you see good.  


I have to stop writing now because my bones told me to. and all the mean things that i said to you that was my bones to. and when i'm grumpy or rude, or not in the best mood-- yep, my bones make me act like that too.